(Bea sure does know how to draw a gal – I wonder how Sedine would have looked without the anime influence?)
Tinfoil – it’s a worrying little blip to me that a former colleague of mine who was a major league conspiracy theorist is now working for Homeland Security. Could become life imitating art…
Bet Willem Dafoe’s in there…
My wife always says that a way to a man’s heart is through his ribcage…
Now we just need Freddy, Phineas and Franklin to show up…
Alpha Cat likes cheese, too.
The problem is that his digestive system responds to it like a Yellow Lab would…
Alpha Cat Update
Well, its been an extremely busy six months or so. Unexpected Law Enforcement training downstate and we’ve moved about 25 mile south of where we were. Nice little house we bought, I’m busy painting it up.
Much, much quieter area than the side street we were living on before (no yahoos roaring up and down the road in their F150 penis substitutes, far friendlier neighbors, etc.)
And it’s much more rural still now. Go out the back door, walk for five minutes and you’re in Canada – no river barrier here, just the New Brunswick/Maine line.
Alpha Cat has, as always, taken the changes in his stride. It’ll be Spring before he really maps out his territory (snow’s deep and not often a crust that’ll support his bulk.) He has been conducting his due diligence patrols of the area and one of his favorite hangouts is in the corner of the enclosed porch where her can get a 180 degree view of the area – just in case anything comes onto his property that he doesn’t approve of.
It goes without saying that he’s already taught the big dog that lives down the road that he is to be treated with respect and not be barked at like a common cat.
Now, we have a fair amount of wildlife around and we now have a nice big (reasonably fenced in) and detached shed for the turkeys and ducks. My wife reported this -
’I’d left the door open overnight. The dogs started barking at about three a.m. I looked out at the pen and there’s Alpha cat sitting in the pen and he’s calmly watching two female lynxes in the pen with him. One of them had grabbed a male duck and was making away with it.’
- the odd thing is that he didn’t mind the lynxes and they were fine with him sitting there and being a spectator (instead of a tasty snack for them.)
He’s always gotten on well with his bigger feline relatives, it’s almost as if he’s an honorary lynx. He used to get on well with bobcats when he lived down in New Hampshire as well. I’m damned if I know what’s going on there.
The bow tie is a giveaway. Check out his jacket – if it has only one button we know he stole Dagwood’s duds…
Oh, and if you like the works of Robert Service, there’s a hilarious (and filthy) parody of one of his best known works – go look up ‘The Ballad of Eskimo Nell.’)
Man, even up here we don’t get to 70 below. (Although 14f is pretty chilly…)